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    Empty Room

    I go into a room and it is empty. I wonder why it is that way. There is a window, I walk up to it. I place my hand on it and it is bitter cold. It is snowing. The white snow on the trees makes everything look new and beautiful. I blow on the glass, warmth of my breath fogs the...
    Latte06 Latte06
    51-55, F
    Mar 13, 2013
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